Spaced Cowgirl — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

Well you can dance on tv with your diamonds on

Sing in tune for a world that is going for a song

Get the steps all right but the words go wrong



And you can wake up in the morning with sweaty hands

Turn the radio on to the right waveband

Think about today and the one that you planned



Under the desperate gaze of the whole wide world

You turned into a spaced cowgirl

Spaced cowgirl

Lock up the medicine chest

This wild wild woman is way out west

Spaced cowgirl

Lock up the reins and the spurs

None of you cowboys are true to her



Well, you can be a good lover, hammer nails into hearts

And you can be a big loser when the real horror starts

You can blow hot and cold on the sacred graph



You had a good evening but you dont know where

All you recall is a fall guy with an up for sale stare

Fell down by the bed and not to say your prayers



Under the watchful eye....



Sometimes I listen to you, its the whiskey talking

Sometimes I watch you move and its the whiskey walking

Sometimes I sit and think of the things that might have been



Well, your eyes never open, when you sleep they dont close

And it rained so hard and your a delicate rose

Then it got so cold that your feelings froze



No, I still dont believe in all your second sight

The automatic pilot flies your eyes tonight

Smile at the bird, well get you home alright

(alright)



Under the watchful eye...



Spaced cowgirl

Lock up the medicine chest

Theres no frontier left way out west

Spaced cowgirl

Wasnt she the first to say

I cant remember my lines today....